My heart feels dead inside, it's cold and hard and petrified
Vincent's groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, feeling the grit that formed over night split apart as the blurry world revealed itself to him. The rising sun lighting up the dark room, and the faint musk of cigarettes and sex tickled the edge of his nostrils.
Finally the world focused, the interior of his apartment finally cleared up, the mess his place was could be more of a distraction to the comforting atmosphere, but the warm pressure on his back came to full circle, distacting him from the mood killing mess of his home. He smiled as he listened to the breathing of the person next to him, loud within the quiet bedroom, their legs entangled, like a chain around Vincent, but there was no need to wake this bedmate, no reason at all, after the week if events, there was nothing better than a deep sleep without any horrifying nightmares to interfere.
Vincent tried to move, but he was held back by the pair of arms hooked around him press him back with a unconsious murmer of protest. Vincent sighed, a smile in his face as he looked at the clock which read 11 AM in green numbers. No work today, no nightmares, no worries.
Vincent let out a sigh of content as lay within his lovers grasp, his breathing soothing, but loud as well, the wafting scent of his cologne filled his senses, it was lovely, Vincent never felt something like this with either of the K/Catherine's. The all around comforting warmth just made him feel safe. No fear of some crazy bitch spouting death threats at him and no one trying to take control of his life. In the end he chose him to be his lover...
Lover. It was a weird thing to think off when he knew him his whole life as a friend, but it was different now, and if he knew it'd be like this, he would've woken up in this peacful state many years before. He closed his eyes, wanting to drift off to sleep again. It was different, but it was just perfect.
But duty calls as he felt the morning piss begin to grow within him, frowning at the fact he had to leave his comfortable position, he sighed as he gingerly removed himself from his lovers grasp, trying his best not to wake him.
He sat up, long legs dangling over the edge of the bed as he looked at Orlando, sleeping like a rock, his mouth parted slightly with a small trail of saliva leaking from his lips, the pillow he rested his head on snuggled between his arms to replace the absence he created. Vincent chuckled, and leaned down to place a peck on Orlando's cheek and murmered 'I love you' before he stood up and headed for the bathroom.